She listened patiently, a frown befalling her face. Gently, she shifted his arm to a more comfortable position, where it placed less pressure on her ribs. “Papà…” She sighed. “You know I hate it when you talk like that, but… I’ll respect you wishes.” Felicia whispered, blinking back the tears in her eyes. She knew that it would have happened eventually, this conversation between father and daughter. But just not now. Not so soon. There will still so many things to do, rather than think about death, but those things were all off limits now, on this tiny boat in the middle of nowhere.
"I know." He grunted, "but there’s a reason I’m telling you this. I can’t… no I don’t know…" He whispered and cringed, squeezing his eyes shut as they filled with tears. "I just want you to know my wishes. And I want you to know I love you…" He whimpered. "And… take care of your siblings… and I’m sure you’ll find more. I… was kind of a whore…" He coughed quietly and shuddered against her.